The melodious and slender sound of the sword resounded through the sky like a dragon's roar, followed by a sword light that was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.
The six giant hands that the monster came towards were cut off at the sound!
The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and black demonic blood spurted out like a waterfall.
However, the demonic energy surged in the broken wrist only for a moment, and then a new hand squirmed to come out of the broken wrist, and the regeneration speed was astonishingly fast.
But how could Jiang Tian give him this chance to breathe?
"Heartless Sword!"
An invisible wave surged out like a tidal wave, instantly covering the Three Heads and Six Arms monster.
This time, Jiang Tian did not use Heartless Sword to kill the emotions in their hearts.
Instead, a certain emotion, fear, anger, resentment, and despair buried in the hearts of ten people was magnified a hundred times or a thousand times in an instant.
In an instant, the long-standing negative emotions in the hearts of the ten people were exploded by Jiang Tian's move Heartless Sword, like a raging fire cooking oil, and they were out of control.
"Why choose me? Why would I threaten my family if I don't accept the mission?"
"Why me... why me!"
"I want to escape White Lotus Sect! I want to leave Cangwu Continent! I quit!"
All kinds of twisted thoughts exploded in the chest of Three Heads and Six Arms, the monster with a green face and big teeth.
Three voices came and went, and the wills of ten people collided, tore, and roared crazily in the same body.
The seven faces embedded in the three heads and chests showed completely different expressions at the same moment, some were ferocious, some were fearful, some were resentful, some were sad, some were laughing crazily, and some were crying.
Ten faces and ten expressions interweave on that deformed body to create an extremely weird picture.
The six giant arms that were originally grabbing at Jiang Tian with the force of destroying the world were actually frozen in mid-air, as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button.
However, Heartless Sword cannot trap the enemy for too long.
In just two or three breaths, the Three Heads and Six Arms monster suddenly broke free from the emotional frenzy. The ten consciousnesses reunited in the severe pain, and the chaotic thoughts were forcibly suppressed.
"Enough!"
Zhang Shuai, who had control over the body and was the strongest among the ten, let out a deafening roar.
An invisible wave suddenly exploded from the center of his eyebrows, sweeping across his entire body like ripples.
Under the crushing force of this wave of fluctuations, the manic, sad, and angry expressions of the remaining nine people were forcibly wiped away, as if they were pressed down by a rough big hand.
Zhang Shuai regained control of his body.
However, the moment they calmed down completely and their vision refocused.
A substantial sense of crisis pierced every inch of their skin and every bone at the same time like thousands of steel needles.
Jiang Tian's figure had already retreated several miles away at some point.
Zhang Shuai slowly raised his head.
Then, his pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.
The thick dark clouds were split open by an invisible force at some point, and the surging clouds rolled away to both sides like an ebbing tide.
And in the gap between the clouds, an exposed sword tip was slowly pressed down. The sword tip was pure white, with a restrained light but as bright as the power of the sky. Just the exposed part was several feet tall, like an upside-down mountain slowly falling.
"This is...!"
The tip of the sword broke through the clouds inch by inch, and slowly fell down with the entire sword body.
The speed is not fast, but it carries an irresistible and inescapable sense of judgment, as if the gods above the nine heavens have pressed the fingerprint of judgment.
"What a strong momentum!"
"Qiang--Qiang--!"
Every time the giant sword is pressed down, the surging Sword Qi becomes stronger.
Later, Sword Qi had turned into a substantial torrent, pouring down from the sky like the Milky Way, and was the first to wash over the monster Three Heads and Six Arms.
Wherever the sword wind blew, countless fine cuts instantly appeared on the dark skin, and the demonic energy was cut away layer by layer, making a "chichi" sound.
"You can't hide anymore..." Zhang Shuai gritted his teeth, a flash of hysterical madness flashed in his eyes, "Give it a try!"
As soon as the thought arose, billowing demonic energy spewed out from the other nine mouths at the same time.
Originally, he didn't want to use this forbidden technique. After taking the low-quality [Blood Corpse], they didn't have much time left. If they used this forbidden technique again, they wouldn't be able to live for a few days at all.
But at this moment, there is no need to worry about the future!
The other nine people in the body sensed his thought and instantly exploded, with resistance and rejection coming in like a tide.
"Zhang Shuai! You must not do it! We don't have much time after accepting [Blood Corpse]. If we activate the secret method again, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive even ten days!"
"Shut up!" Zhang Shuai roared, and the sound exploded in the body, crushing all objections. "If we don't fight this, today will be the day we die! Let alone go back to see our descendants, all the corpses may not be left!"
The moment the words fell, all the noise in the body disappeared, and there was a deathly silence.
"Boom--!"
The six palms clasped together in front of the chest, and then quickly formed a weird and twisted hand seal.
The moment the mudra was completed, the mouths of the nine faces opened wide at the same time, and billowing demonic energy spewed out from the depths of each throat like a torrent that burst a dam.
The demonic energy this time was different from before. The dark background was mixed with wisps of scarlet-like blood.
Yin Hong.
The black demonic energy was mixed with a color as red as blood, as if it was squeezed out of their remaining life sources.
And as the demonic energy mixed with blood was spit out from the mouth, the nine faces rapidly aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The skin is shriveled, the wrinkles are piled up in layers, and the eye sockets are sunken, as if decades of life have been taken away in an instant.
Among the three heads, the two on both sides were in better shape, just a little more gray and defeated.
The seven faces on the chest looked as if half of their bodies had been buried in the ground. They were withered, gray and lifeless. Even the eyelids were drooped and could no longer be opened.
The red and black demonic energy did not dissipate after it was sprayed out. Instead, it squirmed like a living thing and was quickly imprinted on the Three Heads and Six Arms monster's body, turning into strange scarlet and pitch black lines that covered the entire body like vines.
As these lines emerged, the huge body that was already dozens of feet tall expanded again!
The muscles bulged, the bones made a crackling sound, and the nails on the six arms became longer and sharper, shining with a cold metallic luster.
"Come on!"
Zhang Shuai looked crazy and shouted to the sky.
The six arms were raised high together, the muscles protruded, and the blood vessels wriggled wildly under the skin like twisted pythons. The bulging muscles were as hard as gold and iron that had been tempered thousands of times.
Six giant palms closed above the head, facing the pure white giant sword that was slowly falling, and hit it fiercely!
What he has to do is use this body that has been strengthened at the cost of lifespan to tear the sword of judgment above his head into pieces!
However, how can a sword with the word "Zhu", which has been tempered by layers of amplification, be shaken so easily?
The six giant palms rested on the sword body, causing the giant sword's falling momentum to suddenly stop, and it was forcibly held up in mid-air.
But that's all.
Above the pure white giant sword, an even more violent Sword Qi suddenly surged out, like a torrent that had been gathering momentum for a long time and finally broke through the dam.
Sword Qi turned into a substantial white wave, spurting out from every inch of the sword at the same time, washing away the six arms crazily.
In just a moment, the flesh and blood on the six arms were peeled off, melted, and turned into ashes in large chunks like a bankless land washed away by a torrent.
The flesh and blood faded away, revealing the white skeleton underneath, which was ferocious and terrifying.
However, the regeneration speed of the arm was astonishingly fast. As soon as the flesh and blood melted, new flesh sprouts squirmed and grew out of the bones. Before the old blood dried, new flesh had grown, frantically resisting the corrosive power of Sword Qi.
For a moment, there was a stalemate.
"Huh?"
A few miles away, Jiang Tian, who was holding the hilt of his sword in both hands and making a downward thrust, raised his eyebrows. A layer of fine beads of sweat had oozed out on his forehead and slid down his cheeks. White sword light continued to surge out of Dao Seeker Sword's sword, adding wave after wave to the pure white giant sword.
This was his "kill" character, and it was the first time that he failed to accomplish anything with his sword.
"Click."
An extremely slight, yet clear and ear-piercing cracking sound suddenly sounded.
A fine crack appeared on the blade of the giant sword.
Immediately afterwards, the cracks spread crazily like a spider web, crawling from the tip of the sword to the sword body, densely covering the entire giant sword!
"Boom--!"
There was an earth-shattering roar and the entire giant sword collapsed!
The broken sword body turned into an extremely violent white Sword Qi torrent, rushing away in all directions like an avalanche, sucking everything within a few miles into it!
And at the very center of the explosion, in addition to the raging white Sword Qi, there was also a circle of thick black-red demonic ripples spreading crazily.
Two completely different forces violently collided, tore, and strangled in the center, making a tooth-wrenching "chichi" sound, turning the space upside down.
I don't know how long it took, but the raging Sword Qi finally calmed down.
The surrounding scene was in a mess and devastated.
Trees, rocks, mounds, everything that originally existed was crushed into powder by the violent Sword Qi torrent, as if an invisible big hand pressed down from the sky, scraping off a layer of the ground for miles around.
The exposed soil layer is brand new, but it is covered with criss-crossing sword-marked ravines, each of which is several feet deep, like a hideous wound made by a plow on the earth.
And in the very center where the giant sword fell, there was an even more shocking sight.
A huge pit that is tens of feet deep and several feet wide is embedded in the earth. The walls of the pit are as smooth as a mirror and were cut out by Sword Qi.
The bottom of the pit is densely covered with ravines cut by Sword Qi, like a rag that has been repeatedly scratched by a sharp blade.
And between those ravines, there is a large pool of dark red and almost black blood mud, which is sticky, turbid, and exudes a strong fishy odor, like the dregs left after the sedimentation of a muddy pool of blood.
"Pfft!"
A palm suddenly burst out of the pool of blood and mud, and its fingers spread out.
No, it's not so much a palm as it is a skeleton covered in blood and mud.
There were strands of residual flesh hanging on the joints, the fingertips had no skin, and the white finger bones were directly exposed to the air, covered with black and red mud.
As the bone hand appeared, a body also covered in blood and mud slowly stood up from the filth.
His body was stooped and crumbling, with not a single piece of intact flesh and blood visible on his body, only a pale skeleton and sparse blood and mud hanging on the bones.
It was impossible to tell who the face was, and even the human shape could only be barely recognized. It was just a barely standing thing made up of skeletons and blood and mud.
"Get up!"
The skeleton raised its palm and held it with its five fingers.
The large pool of blood and mud at the bottom of the pit seemed to come alive in an instant, like countless dark red worms scrambling to climb up the skeleton.
The blood mud surges, squirms, and fills, reshaping the texture of the muscles and the outline of the skin on the skeleton at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just the blink of an eye, a complete body of flesh and blood appeared at the bottom of the pit. The scarlet color in the pool of blood and mud had faded away, leaving only a lifeless black, as if it had been drained of all its essence.
The reconstructed face is none other than Zhang Shuai.
At the cost of the lives of the other nine people, Zhang Shuai managed to survive from that sword attack.
"This Jiang Tian... is so strong?"
He looked down at his hands, then looked up at the flattened land outside the pit, with lingering fear in his eyes.
"The forbidden technique I just used, coupled with the bonus of [Blood Corpse], is enough to fight Hall Master Wang. Even if I can't kill him, I will never be defeated. But just like this, I almost didn't block his sword? I almost risked my life here?"
He took a deep breath and murmured to himself, with fear in his voice and greed so strong that it almost overflowed. "The inheritance of Half-Step Dao Lord... is really terrifying."
At this moment, a joking voice floated down from the top of the pit slowly, interrupting his thoughts.
"Hey, you're the only one left?"
Zhang Shuai suddenly raised his head. He saw Jiang Tian standing on the edge of the pit, looking down at him condescendingly, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, trading the lives of your fellow disciples for your own survival is in line with my impression of you White Lotus Sect."
Zhang Shuai's face darkened, his figure moved, he suddenly jumped out from the bottom of the pit, and landed on the other side of the pit, facing Jiang Tian across the deep pit that was dozens of feet wide.
He squinted his eyes and quickly glanced at the Dao Seeker Sword in Jiang Tian's hand, then landed on Jiang Tian's face that was slightly pale due to excessive consumption of mana, and thoughts began to spin in his mind.
This guy's magic power must have bottomed out, right?
But his background is too deep, who knows what else he is hiding?
Thank you [Summer Sun Shines, Heavenly Soldier from the Han House] for sending me power for love! Thank you!